Forever should, of course, be the end of it
Sacred vows taken in those heated moments of romance
Sealed between the sheets -
Between our legs -
Union of hearts and souls
Till death us do part.

Unless, of course, forever is stolen
By theives slicker n' snot...

Short tempered, foul mouthed demons,
Drunken sailors slurring words of sacrilege
In between the heavy scented verbages
Of blubbering “I love you”s;
Gambling idiots who plunk the milk money
Onto the Hold 'Em tables;
Sorry assed lonely hearts
Who sleep in other beds but don't make any love.

It's a crazy, mixed up world of lovers
Scents all afloat on the winds of time
Yours, mine and holy crap where did that smell come from?

Forever should, of course, be the end of it.
But something is stealing forever's place
And the substitute sucks.

02/02/2006

Posted on 02/03/2006
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